Aaron and I were playing Skip-Bo last night, which we often play. It’s definitely Aaron’s favorite game. After all, it’s sequential and orderly and so fits him perfectly! Our kitchen table where we sat is one that we bought from our neighbor several years ago. It’s a distressed table, meaning it has pock marks and such on it – on purpose for that distressed look. It’s become much more distressed living with us, believe me – mostly with Aaron. Very distressed, in fact. Anyway, Aaron saw a scratch on the table and began picking at it. I told him to quit and he gave me a little grin, so I asked him why he has to pick at things like that when he sees them. His answer: “Well, that is there.”
And for Aaron, that is there is the only reason he needs. When that is there, he will pick at it, poke at it, scratch at it, slap at it, pull at it, cut at it, yank at it, clap at it, yell at it – shall I continue? No amount of reasoning or reprimanding on our part will connect the dots for him. That is there – and he will react before he thinks. Concise, to the point, and unchanging! Remember, Mom, that is there!